YMH Steph - Made a million Lyrics

I'm strictly rapping cause I wanna hear my vocals on this shit
If you got a problem with it, then quit eating my vocals, dick
Nigga
Nigga
That nigga think y'all rich cause y'all on this f*ckin
Y'all on this Robin Hood app
Making a couple dollars an hour, nigga
Thinking y'all doing something, nigga
Y'all the same niggas with this 9 to 5 shit
I ain't really doing shit
Yep
I done made a million rapping
I done made a million trapping
What the f*ck is supposed to happen
When them feds get to snapping
It's a simple mathematic
I'm just trying to make you get it
You know when niggas in they zone
They go and go grab your chrome
Don't give a f*ck about you homes
I'm here for money and clothes
My mind's been many places
Let them be ex-owned
Homegrown like the endo
But if you didn't know
Check me out
Must see TV but you can't see me
I'm somewhere in the clouds
I'm smoking a black and mild
Me my nigga child
Two thotties, we sluttered them out
And then we kicking them out
That's Bronx shit
Ain't no stick in the rim
I learned that from my pops
There ain't no kidding around
Free the wave
Free my nigga web
Mr. Wet n' Cake
If you know the place
Go and go test your faith
Most these niggas fake
Keep a Glock just in case
You try empty out the safe
Buck 50 cross your face
I don't care about second place
You get a shot
You get a shot
In a hookah spot
Popping them bottles like you not popped
I can never understand
What it took to be a man
Ever since I came from out my mother pants
I had a f*cking plan
Coaching through this life
Trying to honor my bigger purpose
Niggas worthless
I've been working
Don't care about buying Birkin
Bitches burdens
I've been learning
They'll stick you for half your earnings
If you want it you can have it
Lil mama just know you working
I done made a million rapping
I done made a million trapping
What the f*ck is supposed to happen
When them feds get to snapping
Get the bitch or get the bag
I ain't never gave a f*ck about no ass
Call me Martin
By the way I'm kicking bitches out the pad
They hella mad
Cause they be bad
But I be switching up
But I don't give a f*ck
I cop a O and keep me twisting up
I never had no patience
For these hoes
I'm always giving up
They still gon' give it up
Cause I give money
And I'm smart as f*ck
I'm optimistic
Stories out my ass like I was Biggie
But this ain't no biggie
I'm just out the bookie
Trying to get it
And I hustle hard
I can sell gas to these hoes
Put the mag to these hoes
I don't act for these hoes
Drop my bag on these hoes
Be the reason your account's getting froze
Cause you shack at the free throw line
That's a no no
Cause you shack at the free throw line
That's a no no
I done made a million rapping
I done made a million trapping
What the f*ck is supposed to happen
When them feds get to snapping
That's why
I done made a million rapping
I done made a million trapping
What the f*ck is supposed to happen
When them feds get to snapping